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John, by Matthew Borczon

John had been a fireman less than a year when he got a call a small boy fell into the deep end of frontier creek John said they were on scene in less than 10 minutes but it was too late he dove under the water until he found the body and did CPR for 20 minutes in the ambulance until a doctor took over but the boy died less than an hour later and now John can't swim at the beach or in a pool or even take a bath without searching under the water for tiny hands. Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie, PA. He has been a nurse in a combat hospital as well as a county prison. He is currently taking care of adults with developmental disabilities. He has published eight book of poetry, the most recent is My Reality through Alien Buddha press. He publishes widely in the small press and when he is not working he is raising 4 kids with his wife of 22 years.

A Haunting Gaze, by J.J. Campbell

there's a darkness in your eyes a haunting gaze that sucks me in and convinces me i never want to leave i understand it's not exactly love but we're not exactly the kind of humans that need such shit holding hands on the eve of the apocalypse is thrilling enough J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, Rusty Truck and In Between Hangovers. You can find him most days bitching about something at his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. ( http://evildelights.blogspot. com )